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It's been a particularly difficult couple of days. I've been sick, and had been swamped with work, so I generally feel weak all the time.
Arizona's POV
It's been a week since that night. The night Callie and I never dared talk about or bring up. It was a moment of weakness for the both of us as we finally gave in to our desires. Even for just a couple of minutes, we threw caution to the wind, and just let things be.
Everything seemed to have gotten back to normal. We're back to our crazy friendly banter, our usual routine, helping each other out the best ways we can. There were a few awkward moments the day after, instances wherein it was as if someone is about to say something monumental, yet hesitates then eventually backs down.
Deep inside I'm screaming. Every time I see her, from the moment she walks into the room, I want to shout at the top of my lungs that I want her, I need her, and every time I see Mr. Sloan with her, I just want to snatch her away from him. I can't say that I can treat her better than he does, I can't even afford a decent place, but I'm sure as hell that I appreciate her better than he can. I don't have a grudge against Mr. Sloan or anything, at some point I do understand him, but I can't help but wish I am the one waking up beside Callie.
It's Friday today, my day at the Torres-Sloan mansion. Callie called me in Thursday night because she had an emergency surgery. I just brought in some homework and readings with me, so I can work on them while watching over Sofia. I figure that Callie might have gotten in really late while Sofia and I were already asleep.
Sofia was pretty chirpy this morning, and the chirpy little girl had awakened me earlier than usual. So we shimmied our way down to the kitchen, and we decided to make her mom breakfast in bed. My little kitchen helper decided to wear her Princess Anna gown in the kitchen while singing to the food I'm preparing so that it would be tastier, according to her.
When it was already a fairly decent time to wake up the sleeping Queen, Princess Sofia and I tiptoed our way up the stairs to the bedroom with a tray full of food. Sofia peeked her head as she slowly opened the door, and Callie was just about to get up. Sofia comes running towards her mother, squealing with excitement.
"Good morning Mami, I missed you," the 4-year old greets as she stands next to the bed with her hands behind her back.
"What is it that you have there behind you huh?," Callie asks. I shortly appeared behind Sofia with a tray full of food. Only then that I see Callie, her hair is a mess, she's only wearing a black tank top and black boy shorts, but this is the most beautiful that I've seen her.
Sofia then reveals a single yellow sun flower.
"It's from Arizona," the child simply admits. I blush at her candid confession, and Callie looks at me with an amused smile.
"No, It's actually from the both of us. Little miss here helped me pick one out from the garden, and I did the cutting," I chime in.
"And this, is from the two of us," I say as I settle the tray on the bed in front of the brunette.
She gives me a wide smile, and I smile back at her. We might have held our gazes a little longer than expected, and we were only snapped back to reality by Sofia's enthusiasm.
"I never knew you could cook," Callie admits, oggling at the food laid in front of her.
"Well, it's just that I don't cook lately, but I do cook," I state with a proud smile on my face.
"So Sofia and I made you Eggs Benedict, some crispy bacon, a grilled cheese sandwich, and some heart shaped chocolate chip pancakes," I gesture to the food in front.
"And I helped squeeze some lemonade mami, and I made the food extra delicious with my mouth," Sofia announces.
Callie, midway into a strip of bacon, froze with her mouth open. Her eyes were wide and she's looking at me questioningly as she slowly retracts the bacon that is about to enter her beautiful mouth…. The mouth I had my tongue inside 7 nights ago.
"Uhmm… Sofia honey?," Callie starts. I giggle at her knowing exactly what she's thinking.
"Sofia sang to the food while I'm cooking, " I say while the little lady beside me nods vigorously.
"Ohh…" Realization dawns on Callie.
"Well this is all too much for me, let's all have breakfast in bed, that will be more fun huh baby?," she asks to the two of us.
Sofia wasting no time is already wielding a fork and is about to stab the chocolate chip pancakes. Of course that would be for her, since she was the one who insisted on making it for her mama.
Callie tapped the space beside her gesturing for me to scoot closer, and Sofia is sitting across us munching on her pancakes. Callie takes a bite of the eggs benedict and moans in appreciation.
"Mmm, you really do know how to cook, where did you learn to cook like this?," Callie asks.
"I just like making my own food at times when I'm not busy, and when you've learned to do things in my teeny tiny dorm with just a microwave and an oven toaster, things were easy peasy once I was in your state of the art kitchen," I say as I grab a piece of bacon.
With half of the pancakes finished, Sofia took a hold of the remote and turned on the TV for some morning cartoons. She settled on her mother's other side as we continue to eat the breakfast in front of us.
"Wait wait, so you learned doing Eggs Benedict with a microwave and a toaster," she asks out of the blue.
"Uhuh," I nod in affirmation.
"Wow, that I would have to see," she says incredulously.
"Well, maybe you should come over to Mi Casa so I can show you my skills," I blurt out, then I suddenly realize how it sounded like. I felt my entire face flushing, and I chanced a glance to the brunette beside me and I can see her tan character turning bronze to pinkish as well.
Maybe in her attempt to cut the tension, she motioned for me to take a bite of the Eggs Benedict. I obliged as she gave me a bite. I might have looked at her a little too intensely, and I might have flicked my tongue a little too sensually, because she just got flushed even more.
We continue to eat in a somewhat awkward silence. Sofia has dozed off beside her mother, contributing to the silence of the room. We would sneak sideward glances here and there, small smiles, subtle and brief touches as we reach for something. Then as we finish eating, we just sit side by side as we watch the morning cartoons. No one bothered changing the channel. We didn't even notice that our hands had approached each other and our fingers had intertwined. I scoot closer to her and I put my head on her shoulders.
"This is nice," I hear her murmur right before I doze off too.
Callie's POV
I try to forget it, I really do, but everytime I close my eyes, I see her. I see her heaving chest, her wet blonde hair, her piercing gaze, the darkening of her bright blue eyes. When I see her walk into the room, I literally have to grasp on to something, may it be a counter top, a table, a chair, just so I can physically stop myself from pouncing on her, kissing her again with all I have.
I have managed to avoid talking about what happened even though it's all I think about. I am at fault here, I was selfish and I gave in to my desires. I let myself become weak, and Arizona is my kryptonite. But I can't be unfair to her, to Richard, and to Barb.
Arizona had been making it really difficult for me though, because she had been nothing but sweet and caring to me and Sofia. She takes care of me in her little adorable ways, she appreciates everything I do like I'm some kind of superhero. No one had ever cared for me or even looked at me the way she does, and it's just making me weaker by the day.
I was cut off of my musings by the voice of my colleague.
"Cal, you seem a little distracted," Addison comments as she approaches the nurse's station I am currently occupying for my chart rounds.
"Yeah, I got some things going on at home," I mutter as I grab another patient's chart.
"Care to elaborate," Addison prods. She's munching on a bag of potato chips as she looks at me intently.
"Richard hasn't gone home," I reply plainly.
"Well isn't he always away?," Addison chuckles.
"Well yeah, but this time we had a fight before he left and I haven't heard from him since 7 days ago," I reply.
"What did you fight about," she asks as she stands adjacent to me with our shoulders side to side.
"The usual," I say.
"Oh. I see. Well I'm all for it if you wanna try again," Addison says putting her arm around my shoulder.
"I don't think I can handle that anymore Addie," I say my shoulders slumping.
"You really have to talk to your husband about that Callie, You both have your own reasons, the least you can do for your family is reach a compromise," she says.
Before I can respond, I got paged to the ER.
"To be continued," Addison shouts after me as I scurry away giving her an apologetic smile.
Later that night...
After a couple of Exfix and shoulder reductions in the ER, I got off at a pretty decent time. It's 9 pm, and the girls probably had dinner already, but I can still tuck Sofia in.
As I enter Sofia's room, I can hear giggles coming out of the bathroom. The door is half open and I can see Sofia in the tub going hysterical as Arizona shapes her hair while lathering it with shampoo.
"You look like a Troll," Arizona exclaims excitedly, and Sofia just laughs even more.
"Let's try some bunny ears this time," Arizona suggests and Sofia just claps her hand with glee.
I can't help but smile at the two. I can feel my heart swelling at the sight of my two favorite girls getting along. Sofia then notices me standing by the doorway.
"Mammiii," she excitedly exclaims
"Hi baby girl," I say as I squat down to join their party. Only then that I notice Arizona's shirt completely soaked. A very thin white shirt, and I can almost see her nipples popping through. My jaw almost drops. I can feel myself furiously blushing, primarily due to my libido, and due to the fact that Arizona just caught me oggling her boobs. She raises her eyebrows at me and gives me an amused chuckle.
I didn't even notice that Sofia has reached out for me from the bath tub and has given me a very wet hug and a sloppy kiss. Now my clothes are bubbly and wet too. Arizona laughs at me and sticks her tongue out.
I take off my blazer, leaving me with a black tank top with a plunging neckline, and I help out in bathing Sofia. I'm already wet anyway.
Arizona's POV
Callie insisted that I stay the night because it took a while to clean up the mess Sofia and I made in the bathroom, so it was getting pretty late. As I was about to retire for the night and was about to plug my phone when I realized that I left my charger in Sofia's room.
I tiptoe my way up to the second floor, and I enter Sofia's room quietly. I quickly grab my charger near her night stand, and I give her a feather light kiss before I retreat out of her room.
As I was closing Sofia's door, I hear a faint "Arizona" which sounded a lot like Callie. I get freaked out for a bit and I look around, almost expecting a ghost in the corner. There's no ghost anywhere in sight but I see light coming through the bottom of the master bedroom's door.
As I near her door, I swear I think I hear my name being called out breathily again. Then the nearer I get, I hear whimpers in between. My heart breaks once again for Callie, it seems like she's crying her eyes out again tonight. I hesitate for a bit, and I listen some more. The whimpers are just getting louder and louder. I knock lightly, but no one answered. I think Callie won't even notice because it sounds like she's wailing right now. So going with my instinct, I try to turn the knob, and surprisingly it's unlocked. So I push it slowly.
What's on the other side of the door is probably the most heart stopping moment I have ever witnessed in my entire life.
In the middle of the bed, lies Callie in her silk white robe. Only in her white robe. The robe is unfastened and just barely covering her nipples, her chest and stomach, rising and falling with the movement of her body, her perfectly tan body glistening with a layer of sweat that has accumulated from the intensity of her passion. Her eyes as squeezed tightly, her lips are parted, emanating glorious moans and whimpers of ecstasy. Her right hand is grasping onto the duvet with so much intensity, and her left hand… Her left hand had gone across her abdomen, towards the middle, and down to her dripping core. Two of fingers are plunged deep inside of her, going in and out at a quickening pace as her entire body moves with her own rhythm. I can see her glistening folds as it envelops and squeezes her own fingers, her glorious elixir dripping out of her center, coating her fingers, and dripping to the bed.
I freeze on my spot. My heart threatening to escape from my chest, my own core burning with desire. I'm afraid that if I move my legs, if I take one single step, and my aching center gets a little bit of pressure, I might orgasm without having myself touched. I can't even chastise myself for staring and blatantly gawking at he intimate moment the woman if my dreams is having in front of me.
With one final breathy whisper of what I can make out as "Arizona", Callie comes undone in front of me, and her entire body quakes with her fingers buried deep inside of her. I see with my very eyes the gush of her precious fluid out of her and onto the sheets, and I swear I am about to faint.
Then Callie slowly opens her eyes while breathing heavily and sees me on her door, doe eyed, frozen on the spot. Her eyes widen with realization that I just witnessed what happened, and I'm also snapped back to the inappropriateness of what I have done.
"I'm so sorry Callie," I manage to stutter out.
"I thought you were crying, and I… Oh my gosh… I'm so sorry," I continue to ramble as I am making my way out of her room.
I slam the door behind me and I run to the guest bedroom downstairs. I pace back and forth, panicking at what just happened. I can feel my heart beating out of my chest.
I plop down on the bed, my mind reeling from what transpired. I close my eyes and it's all I see. Callie, writhing on the bed, her fingers buried deep inside her. And I can't help but wish that It was me making her feel like that, making her feel more than anyone has made her feel.
I can feel my underwear soaked. I try to calm my pounding heart by closing my eyes, but my goddamn photographic memory is just bothering me even more. I just can't help myself anymore.
My hand started making its way to where I desperately need to be touched.
AN2: So there you have it. There isn't much going on plot wise, but I think I just had to put it here.
The day had been hard, it was supposed to be my 4th year anniversary with my ex, who btw cheated on me with an orthopedic surgeon. I'm not hung up or anything, I'm more insulted and angry, and today is just a reminder of all the years and effort and time and opportunities I wasted.
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